Poetry
Part of my anatomy I never can live without,
Onset of thoughts that turns all else about;
Every hair-strand bows before its plague,
Tethers and fetters fall at its song.
Rhymes may sometimes sound empty and vague,
Yet they are the lyrics of the angelic throng!
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